Bottom layer:
- Omurice with crumbled bacon. Why? Because bacon is delicious, that's why.
- Cherry tomatoes.
- Catsup for the omurice.
Top layer:
- Morningstar Farms broccoli-cheddar veggie bites.
- More cherry tomatoes.
Off to the side is a little red bean paste-filled wheat cake. It took a while for my western palate to get used to red bean paste; we just don't tend to think "dessert" when we think of beans. But now I really like it.
That's it. I'm not letting Nathan watch Rachael Ray anymore. The Food Networks our compromise on days I can't kick him outside because it's raining or whatever and I can't stand a single more minute of Sponge Bob. He's starting to pick up Rachael Ray's lingo..like stoup. It's too thick to be a soup and too thin to be a stew..so she named it stoup, get it?! (read that in the perkiest way you possibly can). So to answer his question..No, we are not having stoup for dinner, we're having plain old soup, chicken tortilla, to be exact and I never want to hear him say that again. I think he just does that to irritate me. Like when I wrote olive oil on my shopping list and he wrote EVOO, right in front of it.
So, these stupid cats are getting on my nerves. Cleo, DeWitte's cat, decided that she doesn't like Meow Mix any more and absolutely refuses to eat it, apparently she'd rather starve. I was making lunch and she was meowing and meowing like she's hasn't eaten in a week. I looked at the cat bowl and it was full. What am I supposed to do..buy special food just for her? I won't even make a kid a special meal and I'm supposed to do it for a cat? I bought the food.
Nathan's cat, Gertude, keeps getting into the attic and dragging insulation down with her. You wake up in the morning and walk down the stairs and trip over pieces of insulation as big as a stuffed animal. Downstairs, you'll find small pieces strewn about the living room like a small insulation bomb went off. What..she couldn't find any asbestos to play with? Normally when Nathan's cat makes a mess, I make Nathan clean it up but I can't very well make him pick up fiberglass insulation. Child services frowns on things like that. I've got to figure out a way to keep her out of the attic.
For someone with no cat of my own, I sure do have to do a lot of cat stuff.
My brother just rang, which is something at this workplace. We're never supposed to use our cell phones but we have only one phone for about 13 of us to share (at the front of the room) and we're not really supposed to use it (unless you're a pet).
"Hey, when mum and dad's anniversary?"
"..." ::taking a breath::
"Wait! Is it the 15th?"
"No. That's grandma's birthday."
"Is it the 12th?"
"No. That's your anniversary."
"Well, when is it?"
"The 16th."
"Whew. I still have time."
Squee!
In related news, I saw Iron Man this weekend and it rocked my face off.
Today, while I'm shipping my latest halfdot sale, I'll be purchasing 11, .01 stamps. Sticker-fun!
It's pretty much impossible to get them all to smile at the same time.
Besides yours, who do you think deserves "The Best Mother in the World" award?
Submitted by Connie.
All these moms and more.... basically every mother who takes part in the sacred duty that is motherhood. We are all guilty of mistakes; we are all imperfect; we have all lost our patience; we sometimes wish we could rewind and do things over. But we are also all the proud co-creators of these miraculous little beings. We love them fiercely and without question. Our children are our hearts walking around outside our bodies. Our children are us in being, spirit, and personality... the good and the bad. And every single one of us is the best mom in the world. Just ask our kids....
Show us one of your plants.
I'm something of a one-trick-pony from a sporting standpoint. I love the National Football League, and specifically my Washington Redskins, but I've never been able to muster much in the way of interest in other sports. The way I typically explain this to people is by saying that the Redskins break my heart every year, and one abusive sporting relationship is already more than I can take, but the reality is that I just don't find most other sports all that interesting. Baseball bores me so much I bring novels to the games, basketball is only interesting in the last five minutes of the game, and hockey is...well hockey. I quite like competitive martial arts, but try admitting to that in mixed company.
Anyway, all that changed last weekend when I had the opportunity to attend the DC Rollergirls Championship Bout between the DC Demon Cats and Scare Force One. I can say without exception that semi-professional roller derby is the second finest team sport being played in America today. It's got girls, skates, girls on skates, hip checks, shoulder checks, bad puns, good puns, noisemakers and creative bloodletting. If it doesn't replace hockey as America's fourth major sport in the next decade, there's something deeply wrong with people.
The night got started as my favorite team (decided the afternoon before after a glance at the Web site) The Secretaries of Hate tried to get their first-ever win against the Cherry Blossom Bombshells in the warm-up match. The Secretaries were game but undersized, and soon the Cherry Blossoms' blockers were able to impose their will with a series of vicious checks, winning going away in the second half. Apparently I choose roller derby teams about as well as I choose football teams, but whatever. We still we have the best name and the coolest banners. The victories can't be far behind.
In the finals, the unbeaten Scare Force One looked to defend their title against the tough-minded Demon Cats. Scare Force One has a player named Six-Five in Skates, and what was remarkable was not that she was tall, but that she was not all that much taller than the other players on the team. Tough, tough girls. The Demon Cats got off to an early lead, but they could hold off the Scare Force onslaught. Scare Force One pulled ahead in the second half and sealed their third-straight championship.
I'm buying season tickets (if that's possible) next year. If you live in DC and you don't you're dumb.
